The elevator doors scrapped open, exposing the freezing, concrete expanse of the underground parking garage. The air down here was thick with the smell of gasoline and damp earth. Overhead, the emergency lights cast eerie, flickering shadows across the rows of luxury vehicles. My heart was throat-high, echoing the sound of the muffled gunshots still vibrating from the penthouse floors above.
Ethan was up there, bleeding and fighting his own flesh and blood just to buy us seconds.
"Bay 4," Natalie whispered, her voice shaking as she pointed toward a row of reinforced concrete pillars. "Laura we have to hurry, if Ethan's mother has the perimeter blocked, we won't even make it past the security gates."
"We are making it out," I said, a dangerous layer of ice coated my tune. I gripped the
